the reaper is not grim

Bazi took Razorback's submission as an invitation to approach, and did so cautiously, neck extended to sniff at the new recruit. The mingled scent of long-distance travel still clung to her fur - she smelled of pines, and Elsewhere. The Alpha breathed it in, nostrils flaring and eyes curious. "Bazi," she introduced, studying Razorback's face intently. She was Bazi's age - no more than two, perhaps even younger. Her coat was clean, marked with a smattering of healed scars that were barely noticeable. She was a long, leggy thing, built for speed, but Bazi had learned not to pigeon-hole a wolf based on their physique - she might very well prefer warden duties to outriding.

"Scimitar's...," Oh, crap. Scimitar's what? ".. Alpha female," she settled on, making note to have 'The Talk' as soon as possible. "What has he already shared with you?" Moving plans? Shadow? .. BlackFeather Woods? The list of things to share was endless and almost exclusively bleak.